451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Hefelthewasoneofthecreatureselectronicallyinsertedbetweentheslotsofthephono-colourwalls,speaking,butthespeechnotpiercingthecrystalbarrier. Hecouldonlypantomime,hopingshewouldturnhiswayandseehim.Theycouldnottouchthroughtheglass.
"Mildred,doyouknowthatgirlIwastellingyouabout?"
"Whatgirl?"Shewasalmostasleep.
"Thegirlnextdoor."
"Whatgirlnextdoor?"
"Youknow,thehigh-schoolgirl.Clarisse,hernameis."
"Oh,yes,"saidhiswife.
"Ihaven’tseenherforafewdays-fourdaystobeexact.Haveyouseenher?"
"No."
"I’vemeanttotalktoyouabouther.Strange."
"Oh,Iknowtheoneyoumean."
"Ithoughtyouwould."
"Her,"saidMildredinthedarkroom.
"Whatabouther?"askedMontag.
"Imeanttotellyou.Forgot.Forgot."
